buy yourself another day

[impetuous]

Who: Gwaine and you
What: Random encounters
When: Saturday morning
Where: Near the gallery in town


[ Wearing modern clothing for once (sweatpants and a T-shirt that aren't his), Gwaine bounces a small, pink ball against the wall. Whenever it strikes something—wall, ground or his hand—lights arc inside it. A curious little toy, but Gwaine barely looks at it. He sits on the middle step, eyes unfocused. To any observer, his mind appears to be elsewhere. He has managed to recover a semblance of healthy coloring, but the bags under his eyes mark how fitful his sleep remains. He finds it difficult to concentrate on even simple tasks. Thus he misses his next catch and the ball bounces against the door behind him. It rolls away from him. ]

Comments

[save_the_souls]

[Hey hey Gwaine?]

[Maybe you didn't notice someone approaching, but there seems to be a fist flying at your face...]

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine doesn't see it and, even if he had, he cannot respond quickly enough to protect himself. It connects and he falls back, hard. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He meanwhile crosses his arms and looks very irritated]

"I'm sorry"?!

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine rubs at his face and struggles to sit up. ]

Not much of an apology, but I'll take it.

[save_the_souls]

I'm talking about your note, Gwaine!

[impetuous]

[ Visibly confused, Gwaine frowns at him. ]

Note?

[save_the_souls]

When you ran off from the clinic!

[wilder]

[And the ball stops rolling at Zelos feet. He bends down to pick it up and look at it. ]

Huh.

[impetuous]

Oh. Zelos. [ Gwaine aims a tired smile at him. ] Mind throwing it back?

[wilder]

[He scrunches his mouth a little, examining Gwaine in distaste. From his Point of view? You look and sound like shit.]

You even well enough to catch it?

[impetuous]

I can catch a ball.

[wilder]

If you say so.

[Light underhand toss for you!]

[impetuous]

[ As Zelos predicted, it hits Gwaine's hand and falls to the side. Gwaine blinks at it. ]

...Shut up.

[eternityalone]

[Katherine is actually purchasing a piece of art from the gallery for her school. It's one of Neal's and she knows that she could just pay for it from him, but there's something about buying a piece from a gallery that she actually misses. Even back home she didn't have much use for physical possessions, things would have to be packed up and stored and what was the point of having something that you enjoyed looking at, if you couldn't actually look at it.

The gallery would deliver it sometime during the week and Katherine would no doubt spend hours trying to hang it in the right spot. Leaving the gallery she plans on getting a cup of tea from a nearby shop, but she spots the familiar swagger of someone she hasn't seen since he was needing to be rescued by her.

She'd been home and returned since then... she'd decided things since then. For a moment she considers leaving him be for the day, allowing him a bit of privacy and his own pattern of whatever he was doing.

After a moment she realizes that she doesn't want to wait and she moves to pick her pace up a bit and try to catch up with him. After a bit, she finds herself nearly in step with him, so she smiles and calls to him:]

Gwaine, I thought that was you.

[impetuous]

[ He masks the lethargy behind a smile. ]

Katherine. I haven't seen you in a while.

[eternityalone]

[She nods, falling in step with him for the moment.]

Apparently, saving someone takes a bit out of a person. I'm glad to see your hair is the appropriate length. [There's a soft bit of teasing there, mostly a placement to gauge where his mood is.]

[impetuous]

[ He laughs. ]

Actually I've been thinking of cutting it shorter.

[eternityalone]

[She nods, smiling at him.]

With the weather getting warmer, I'm sure that thought'll cross your mind more than a few times.

[impetuous]

That's a good reason. Mostly I've been thinking I want a change.

[scinlae]

[ She hadn't been seeking him out, consciously at least, yet she finds herself standing in front of him and a pink ball at her feet. She reaches down for it, hair tumbling over her shoulders, taking the ball between three steady fingers.

If asked she would deny with every fiber of her being that she was worried about him. If asked she would deny that he stirred something within her, opening the flood gates she can no longer close. The Lady Morgana's heart is closed off to all, no one not even Gwaine could open it again. (yet he did) If asked she would deny that he managed to get underneath her skin and tear down her defenses.

(he simply cannot stop driving her mad, can he?)

Straightening she twirls the ball between her fingers, feet carrying her the few extra paces closer. ]

You look better. [ "Well" would have been too much of a stretch. ]

[impetuous]

[ He almost stops breathing entirely when he sees her. Of all the people he could have expected to see, Morgana is a dark shadow of a hope. Someone he does not know whether he even wants to see.

Stubbornness he mastered; perseverance slipped from him.

He watches her approach. Courtesy takes over and he stands. ]

The wonders of fresh air.

[scinlae]

[ She, for one, wants to see him as much as she does not. It is a such a nice conflict that often keeps her awake more often than her dreams.

Expecting him to be consistent would be hypocritical of her.

Finally regarding him she holds out the ball for him to take. ]

A shame it has done nothing to help your throwing arm.

[impetuous]

[ Groaning, he avoids accidentally touching her as he takes it. ]

You can't judge me on one bad toss. Don't the thousands of excellent prior throws count for something?

[scinlae]

I would not call them excellent.

[impetuous]

Fantastic then?